[My dumbass is back. I must have gotten an email while out of town so didn't get any new ones and it has been busy as hell here. But at least I got the new pdfs from the kickstarter . I'll try and backtrack and catch up before writing a Keét post. I did see that his hand and something in his pack is glowing as I clicked the back pages. ]

eakratz wrote:

Keêt, having eaten nothing but random raw strips of pre-chewed food or dubious origin, digs into the stew and gruel as if it was a five-course meal at the Silvery Eel in Khromarium. He stares at the ring on his hand, wondering what it does. 

How does Keet get some soup? 
Tillak is eyeing the dirty bowl and the dirty spoon on the floor, but he hasnt made a move for it yet.
Is he eating the spilled gruel from the floor?

eakratz wrote:

I'm not sure I scanned through the posts I missed and thought there was a magic bowl that refilled with soup.

[The spoon is magical, the bowl is just a bowl! ]

Caveman wrote:

"Hmm, I had hoped that you would have seen the vision the harp had granted me, Sir Votin," says Narrhil. Then the cryomancer began to dictate to the barbarian what he had seen...

Votin mulls over what Narrhil had described to him.

"Do you think the woman is the one the beastmen call "she" ?"

Under his breath..."How long ago do you think this was?"

"Let us return to the kitchen and mull over what we have learned...there are chores there that need to be finished."

"If there is time I would like to check out the stairs going up around the bell tower."

"We need to figure out the witches connection with the beastmen and why there seem to be two groups that are opposed to each other."
 

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Kèet shrugs and says, “I’ve had nothing but meat for a while. I’ll try the spoon trick,” He picks up the bowl and spoon, wipes both off the best he can and puts the spoon in the bowl.
“Guys, I’ll catch up after I eat.” He says to the others.

Iron Ranger wrote:

eakratz wrote:

Kèet shrugs and says, “I’ve had nothing but meat for a while. I’ll try the spoon trick,” He picks up the bowl and spoon, wipes both off the best he can and puts the spoon in the bowl.
“Guys, I’ll catch up after I eat.” He says to the others.

Gruel fills the bowl a third time.

"How long will this go on?"

"Is there a limitation to the number of times the spoon will work?"
 

"What do we know of this church and it's surroundings?

It's history? The cemetery's headstones mark it as a church of Helios.

What of the moving hole in the cellar...what purpose does it serve?"
 

Narrhil join Votin back in the Kitchen and extinguishes the torch...

"Uncertain, I presume it a permanent magic cast onto the spoon, if we are lucky we need never fear to stave in these ruins... Still, we should be concerned for the light, I have been working at a spell which may help and I feel I have the power to cast it now but I must prepare myself, and get some rest to memories the spell."

"There is still the other wolf carcass downstairs," say Narrhil cutting some of wolf meat with his dagger and eating it. He fears to touch it with his hands; least he freezes it.

Narrhil indicates his dagger and hatchet, if the barbarian wants to start cutting and carving the spare wood into some form of spoon. He sits waiting his turn to eat the magical gruel after Tillak.

"I came from Dunwich, though I originate from Khromarium. And though I am a novice seer of the cold north, I wandered; being, set loose to discover the cold lands by my master, the Keeper of Ice, Ruler of the Freezing Lands, and Seer of the Frozen Wastes. Only Yikkorth; 'The Ashen Worm,' know why I have come here and why I was sent!" He pause in hope that the others may share their stories of why they are here in this foul ruined temple of Helios...